You're going to think this is really odd maybe, but I feel like you and I aught to be talking more. And not just about jellied eels or whatever other kind of scary food they eat in foreign countries that I may or may not be moving to, eventually.
It just seemed like you were a kindred spirit or something, and I have precious few enough of those in my life. I'd like to stay in touch with the few people I can call friends. I'm not used to having them, but I'm not used to being settled down, either. Life sure does take you to some weird places sometimes.
Did that moral dilemma you had ever clear itself up? How have you
really been?